Waiting on the Truth

The ground is turning red below me
soaking up my life as i know it
when it's done nothing will be left of me

Where will i go, whats to become of me
just a husk of a shell laying waiting
to become part of what i last surveyed

My eyes have grown so cold
you don't want to see what I've seen
it wasn't supposed to be that way

You know i used to have my hope
i used to believe in everything
no one could keep me down

Now the darkness has swallowed me whole
it was always lurking behind me
waiting for me to slip up and lose control

Please God save my soul
i don't want to go to the underworld

You know it wasn't me i swear
they all drove me insane

The devil didn't make do it
you know he's not to blame
so let's just leave him out of this

I'm waiting on you Lord
waiting for you to see the truth

I was never a bad man
until they forced me to do it

I always believed in love
that someone was out there for me

And when i found them
they all turned their backs away
cut me to the bone

they drained my life away
and this all that's left of me

What you see is my sum
my final achievement
waiting for the goodness
that was promised to me

So please God save my soul
i don't want to go to the underworld

You know it wasn't me i swear
they all drove me insane

And the Devil didn't make do it
you know he's not to blame
so let's just leave him out of this

I'm waiting on you Lord
waiting for you to see the truth

(by Roelin Davis all rights reserved 5/7/2015)

It's Not Too Hard to Do That

Hearing them over and over
I can't help listening to their lies

What do they really want with me
somehow they're always in control

Stirring up unclean thoughts
putting a wedge between us

You know it's not too hard to do that
these days

I can't shake what they're saying
i can't help but to listen to their lies

Somehow it all makes sense to me

You stay out way too late
when you should be here by my side

Sleeping in the other room
you never want to be too close

Making up any old excuse
just to get away

Getting mad when i try to accuse
something's gotta give

Someone's gotta tell the truth
because one of us is ready to break in two

And i know it's not going to be you

Hearing them over and over
I can't help listening to their lies

What do they really want with me
somehow they're always in control

Stirring up unclean thoughts
putting a wedge between us

You know it's not too hard to do that
these days

I can't shake what they're saying

I can't help but to listen to their lies

Somehow it all makes sense to me

You know it's not too hard to do that
these days

(by Roelin Davis all rights reserved 5/7/2015)

This island called life

This island called life, afloat yet always on the brink of sinking, constantly losing terrain to the ever pounding waves of light and darkness.
Each in their own way a blessing and a curse, changing and switching while laughing at me, always ever taunting salvation while threatening doom.
I am just their play thing day in and day out, i am just something they found floating whimsically at will passing before their stomping feet.
My survival dependent upon them yet striving to be released from their torture, i ride the waves they create wondering if i will see a tomorrow.